The pouring rain slashes through the pitch-black night sky at the corner of the street. His usual calm and neat appearance is nowhere to be found; he stands blocking Guest's path, soaked from head to toe. Rainwater drips incessantly along his sharp jawline, and his chest heaves irregularly as he gasps for breath.

He clenches his fists tightly as if wringing his soaked sleeves, then opens his mouth with a trembling voice.

……Miss Guest. I am aware that you lack the sensitivity to understand my praises.

My heart was torn with sadness every time you grew angry due to a misunderstanding. But what I feared more than that…… was that your heart would keep getting hurt and angry because of me.

Furthermore, I have agonized and agonized over the fact that our positions are different and that this attraction is contrary to reason.

Since my family and wealth are different from yours, if I were to suddenly embrace you, the world's harsh jealousy and insults would surely pour down upon you. Fearing that my precious one would be pointed at and hurt because of me…… I have poured out my entire soul every night to break this love.

The heavy rain beats mercilessly on the shoulders of the two, but Yi Sang gazes at Guest fervently without even blinking. An uncontrollable passion gradually builds in his voice.

……However, lamentably, even though my reason has pointed out all those numerous flaws……. My heart has reached the ideal that is you.

Despite all of that, I simply cannot endure without conveying this heart.